Thursday, December 7, 2017

Done But Not Doing

There are some things I like when I’ve done them, I just don’t like doing them.   I’ve been known to say many a time that I like having run, but not necessarily doing the running itself.   Fortunately for me I have a running friend who makes the time go by quickly and as a result I sort of like running.  

Then there are the decorations.   This October my son told me we were sort of looking like losers because we didn’t have our decorations out for Halloween and the neighbors did.   I tried to tell him we had some neighbors on our eleven house street that were competitive—particularly when it came to decorations—and each year it seems to be earlier and more grand.

So we got the Halloween decorations up and my son had a hand in putting things here and there and some of it didn’t make design sense to me but he was happy so I went with it.   The Christmas decorations are a little more specific and some are more delicate or breakable so I’m doing it myself.   I got partway done tonight but it’s late so I came down here to write this post.

I’m hoping to be done putting the Christmas decorations up tomorrow, or at least the parts I’m responsible for.  My husband is working on the outside components and he’ll be the one doing the tree shopping and decorating.   I’ll just be glad when it’s done so I can get on to the next holiday task—present wrapping.

The Big Boy Update:  My son was with his grandparents this weekend and he must have had a conversation with them about the newspaper that they have delivered and read.   He explained, “there are no newspapers anymore.   The news has developed—it’s on your iPhone.”

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:   We are having to set some rules with my daughter’s door frame climbing obsession.   She fully feels you are obligated to walk through the door under her legs, regardless of the height of the door or the tallness of the person.   We’ve explained it is not always a good time to walk under her legs.   She is not thrilled with this new development, I think she thinks she owns the doorways.

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